Fantastic Breasts & Where To Find Them

On Hilzegaard Rooftop

The Nutrisore burst through the grassy mall of Slonimb College campus and soared into the brisk evening air. Several hundred students - from Slonimb, Bronxvitch, Pincer and Dullpoint - were filing out of the Dining Hall after the mixer had ended. They looked up in awe at the giant flying rodent and its four nude passengers.

"Easy now," Newt whispered to the beast. "I know it feels good to be free. But take us over to that tall building over there."

The Nutrisore couldn't help but loop-de-loop in the air. They hung onto its fur for dear life. Newt steared it a mile away from campus and landed it on the roof of Hilzegaard House. The lights from New York City's skyline flickered to the south. Cass helped Newt unfasten Deborah from the harness and they laid her gently down on the roof.

Dean Ruthephus apparated next to them. "What the hell is going on, Newt? What kind of depraved orgy is this? Hundreds of Muggles just saw a ten-ton rat fly into the night sky! Can you imagine what an Obvliviating mess this is going to be to clean up? Explain yourself."

"This girl is the Succubeast," Cass told the Dean of Magic, pointing at the brunette passed out beneath them, each of her tits larger than the size of her head. Ruthephus whipped out his wand.

"No!" Newt and Cass shouted.

Newt stepped in front of Deborah's body. "I don't believe she has any idea of what she's done. She's a Slonimb Sophomore, and one of my personal acquaintance. I believe Washingbeard had her under the Imperius Curse."

"Garfungal?" Dean Ruthephus was taken aback. "But he's been hunting this monster for a year now!"

"A clever ruse," said Newt. "That's why his sketches made it look like a demon of darkness. He was using the girl to feed this Nutrisore here. And I believe it was her poor victims' essences that kept the beast alive in captivity for this long, a potent nutritional supplement indeed. Nutrisores were never meant to be in chains. It took no small evil to sustain it."

Cass urged, "Grover, we've got to get back to Titbird common room. Garfungal was knocked out in our skirmish. If we're lucky, he'll still be there."

"None of you have explained why you're all naked," said the Dean.

"Well... I was just trying to get some action on the night of the Ball," said Brook. "I have no idea what any of this is about."

"Miss Lynam will require disciplinary action for slipping me a love potion," Newt told Ruthephus. "But that can wait... as can other explanations. I think Cass is right and we should get to Washingbeard before he flees."

Dean Ruthephus helped them conjure clothes and get dressed. Brook Lynam was charged with getting Deborah back to her room in Terdley Slonimb, and the other three summoned brooms and flew back to the campus cafe. They flushed themselves down the loo and ran down the subway tracks to Titbird common room.

A group of witches were gathered looking at two collapsed figures on the ground. Professor Washingbeard had a large gash in the side of his head. The Freshman girl Mildred was laying face down underneath the table. Ruthephus approached her and took her pulse. "She's still alive," he said.

"Some girls just can't handle their hooch," said one of the Titbird students.

"Episkey!" Ruthephus healed Washingbeard's injury and the bearded Professor sat up, looking around. The Dean changed his tone and greeted him as a friend. "Ah, Garfungal, a word with you in your office."

Washingbeard got to his feet and went silently with them, away from the curious students. The Professor's slovenly office still had Nutrisore scat floating in the air. Ruthephus slammed the grate shut after them and pointed his wand at the Magical Creatures instructor. "Well, man?"